I can't do it anymore.
It's not that I can't do what I say online, it's really that I can't. Fortunately, I have no ties in the world, and no one will be miserable because of me.
Actually, I have been curious about where people go after they die since I was in 6th grade. I have imagined a lot, but I have always firmly believed that the world in Xitian is beautiful.
Until someone named Feng told me.
"An incorrect operation by the underworld caused your physical death in this world.
In order to compensate you, we have decided to appoint you as the passer-by correspondent ov
Intention: Get out